Coral Carter: March 2011

Thursday, March 31, 2011

untitled

beneath the night roost
a Jackson Pollock

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

number one

wings fall off
when you are number one hit
on the reject list
fruit rots
leaves burn
thumbs down
face lost
hearts fold
song jams
last notes
eaten by ants
tiny bit
by
tiny bit
by
tiny bit

Monday, March 28, 2011

no miracle

although
he kissed
both eyes
the blight
remains

Friday, March 25, 2011

after

years of nights
his skin
has grown
as familiar as my own

years of sleep
i inhabit his dreams
but I dream
alone

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

no title

i cant squeeze
out another word
the tube is empty

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

what have you done?

each word
sealed
boxed
hard cornered
thrust
into the softness of doing

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Poetry with...

Poetry with nice cups of tea,

poetry with spring daffodills,

poetry with lace,

poetry with infidelity,

poetry with attitude,

poetry with street cred,

poetry with companion planting,

poetry with meat and three vege,

poetry with porcelain collections,

poetry with buckets of shit,

poetry with amore,

poetry with dread,

poetry with gravel,

poetry with cyanide,

poetry with big stabbing knives behind my back,

poetry with epiphany,

poetry with dead dogs,

poetry with explosions,

poetry with sin,

poetry with societal ills,

poetry with cunts

(now there’s a thought)

and of course

poetry in the name of the father,

the holy trinity,

poetry with beer, drugs and pills.

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

fly

on my leg

iron oxide eyes

ringed gold

legs sharp pencil lines

wings see thru clean thru

veined grey

thorax suit striped

i sigh

it flies

that’s what flies do

fly

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

harbour wave

among the dead

the newborn squall

Monday, March 14, 2011

how did

how did
the game
of get the guest
conclude?
whose heart was eaten?
whose heart was bruised?

Friday, March 11, 2011

longiflora

my mouth
covers you
i suck
nectar and ants

Thursday, March 10, 2011

the only thing

the only thing
we do together
is read
i take
the book
and crack
the spine

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

read all about it

the fan cools
tears slide
warm
to ice
the tongue cut
serrated blade
against flesh
torn more
than sliced
the daily news
for your consideration

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Five Hundred Words: All of Them Shit

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